[private] Seas would rise when i gave the word; Graeme

[Titus]

titus

one day it's here and then it's gone,
how are you still holding on?

A lull has seemed to fill the lands for quite some time now. Even Loess has been too quiet for his liking. The life of a mercenary has seemed glamorous and filled with glories, but so far, the years of being part of the ranks within it has been rather uneventful. Well, there had been the takeover of Sylva but even then, it had not been that hard to claim another of their own.

Bored out of his mind, Titus leaves the confinement of his home. He searches for something more than the normal routine. A routine that leaves him rather idle lately. He even has given up on his daily routines of keeping in shape.

Perhaps there would be something more entertaining elsewhere.

There were a couple ideas he considered doing after leaving Loess. One of them had been going to find Daedra and asking her for a hunt. The second one had been visiting Nerine and seeing his family. However, that idea remained a bit sour for him. Titus wasn’t even certain if he should be visiting his family a lot after he has just reunited with him. He didn’t want to seem too eager to be happy to be welcomed back. Then again, he wasn’t sure if it was even right for him to be around his family even now after seeing them. Sometimes he feels happy about rekindling their relationship, but most of the time he feels bitter about how everything that has happened within his earlier childhood.

It seemed both of those ideas were out of the question truly. Titus found himself nearing the meadow, a place he doesn’t often find himself in, as he glides through the sky on an early autumn afternoon. He can feel the crisp wind roll through the cloudless sky. It sends a small shiver down his spine, but he embraces it.

Titus flies in circles now, preparing for himself to land. With a couple flaps of his wings, he descends easily and comfortably, making a clean landing onto the spotted green and brown meadow. He stretches his wings out once and folds them neatly on his classic champagne colored body.

He then looks around the meadow, searching here and there with nutmeg colored eyes. It seemed to be a rather normal day, nothing stuck out or really drew his attention. Perhaps the meadow had been the wrong place after all.

Pity, he thinks with distaste and lets out an irritated snort.

son of rome and porcia
male, classic champagne appaloosa
ocelot-shifting, wings, immortality

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@[Graeme]